YUMINNNN

A moment ago I was searching for this piece of folded paper. (Okay obviously i found it) It contains words from Sylvia Plath's journal.
I know, I should be hating her 'cos she made my life very much miserable...


Well. We, in the midst of being concern only of our crazy workload, kinda forgot that SP was once a human being.
Here are snippets of her journal entries and I found them extremely true.

"There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realized suddenly that you forgot it was a game, &turn away in tears."

Written after she sorta got crushed by an infatuation. The guy Emilie was described to be so very charming and yea SP hit the spot there.

"If they substituted 'lust' for 'love' in the popular songs, it would come nearing the truth."

The true fact that lust is the primary reason for "loving someone".

&lastly,

"A kiss, then. Kisses are given and received. There are kisses given by mothers to their children, by lovers to their sweet hearts, by men on the street to their prostitutes. A meeting of the lips. That is all, animals as we are, there is our own particular generic peculiarity. And yet, without being vague and star-eyed, I may say that a kiss may be a physical symbol of a mental adoration. That, and a delight. For brought up as we are in the custom and moral conscience of our tribe and era, we think and talk about kisses. We are not blind spores or plus and minus stains of bread mold meeting. We have a cold gray lump of tissue beneath the cartilige in our cranium. And if a reaction is ingrained deeply enough, our nerve impulses are blocked in accordance with the nature of our conditioning. So when reason rebels not, harmony is reached between the brain impulse and the endocrine glands."

The very fact that SP was indeed thinking of the kisses she got from men she loved or did not love like a normal teenage girl. I guess this shows the very fact that she is human, that she is very much human.

Though screwed up =/
Okay PHEW.


Anyways this thick book in the library contained her journals from 1950-1962. So i thought it a little interesting to see the kind of life she had. I didn't finish it of course, but well it was pretty nice. It got a little dry though. But if you were to compare the first few entries and the entries near her SUICIDESSSSSSSSS, you'd really see a stark difference.

Oh well.
Look at my first entry and my entry now.
A stark difference, too.
Lol.
G'night all.
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It's time we get a little more appreciative.

Really.

posted by yumin :D @ 10:03 PM